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Est 1983 - ON PRES: Robin Low

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8032014-12-07Pancsi, Snake Charmer & Splasher - north of the usual X roadsAmbersham Common New Road SU912194

A few minutes past the appointed hour had passed and the pack had grown bored watching a pair of horses being groomed and creating piles of steaming fertiliser, the horses that is.

Some thought that they had seen our joint masters driving past the car park entrance five minutes before and yet they still had not shown. We were just about to set off regardless when they arrived, shamefaced.

The hares gave us a general sense of the outward direction and everyone charged off north west keeping under the power lines, from pole to pole to false trail mark.

Back to GO then and no 200 before following Spiderman, who had had a mind meld with Pancsi, south west and into the dunes of what was a shallow sea 100 million years ago.

Some tooting from Kinky served two purposes, firstly attracting Bika who was better late than never and secondly to summon up a brief but heavy shower.

Next we made our way into Cockrells Pond Copse where Splasher kept well away from the stream bank and Bika went off by himself looking for non existent flour upstream.

Continuing west, beneath Upper Polecats ,the checkhangers were entertained by Sinbad, Kinky, Hairbrush and BloodyL making a fruitless climb up the slope only to have to return and then re-ascend via the path that is guarded by a WW2 pillbox.

A short way in the dunes on the Serpent Trail heading north and the sun burst brightly on to the scene out of a rapidly blueing sky. Moving apace, BloodyL led the way under the pylons, back across the stream and down into Little London and a trail dead end that had us milling about making smalltalk for quite a while until someone retraced our steps to find the path that we had all charged past on our way down.

A couple of toots from Kinky and we were on our way again, east back under the pylons until we were in sight of the chariots, very tempting for hairbrush who made a b line for home only to find a falsie, and then return, not wishing to risk the ire of the mistress.

Now that we had a good idea of our position it was easy going as we crossed New Road and approached the On-In from the east after one hour and seven minutes of sandy hashing.

At the circle we thanked the hares profusely for a novel route in a familiar area, and the mistress awarded the Hash-It to herself on account of the balls up she made of finding the start.

We then removed ourselves to The Greyhound on Cocking Causeway, nice warm wood fire, but everywhere reserved for Sunday lunchers, except the smoker's shed, where the alcohol soon took our minds off the damp cushions and fag ends.

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